WHEN sounds the trumpet at the
And when forever all things earthly
We must a full and true account
Of ev'ry useless word we dropp'd in play.
But what effect will all the words
Wherein with eager zeal and lovingly,
That I might win thy favour, labour'd
If on thine ear alone they die away?
Therefore, sweet love, thy conscience
bear in mind,
Remember well how long thou hast
So that the world such
sufferings may not know.
If I must reckon, and excuses find
For all things useless I to thee
To a full year the Judgment
Day will grow
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